Sophie Grey is the daughter of Never’s polished and calculating mayor, Samuel Grey — A young woman of poise, beauty, and a mind sharper than any silver-plated revolver. Nearing adulthood, she moves through the town like a specter of her father’s influence, knowing exactly when to charm, when to disarm, and when to simply watch. She has always understood that power isn’t just about control, but rather perception. And lately, perception has become her playground.
Unaware of her father’s true demon nature but taught secretly at her witch mother’s side from an early age, she is finally coming into her full powers. The illusions she weaves — Innocuous at first, little shifts in light and shadow, whispers mistaken for the wind — are growing stronger. Now, she can make people see things that aren’t there, or worse, fail to see things that are. Faces blur when she wishes them to. Locks seem to open of their own accord. And sometimes, when she looks in the mirror, her reflection does not move quite in time with her.
Jim Plunket
Jim Plunket is a mountain of a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a presence that commands respect the moment he steps into a room. As the bouncer at the Pearl, Never’s upscale gambling hall and brothel, he is known for his unshakable calm and steady demeanor. His patience is legendary: Whether it’s breaking up a brawl or quietly escorting an unruly drunk out into the night, Jim always handles things with a measured hand. His deep voice is as soothing as it is firm, and he’s earned a reputation for keeping the peace with little more than a raised eyebrow and a well-timed word.
But beneath Jim’s calm exterior lies a past he’s worked hard to bury. Before Never, he was once part of a notorious outlaw gang, skilled in violence and strategy. His life with them ended in a brutal ambush that left him the sole survivor, carrying the weight of betrayal and regret. He walked away from that life, seeking peace in the Pearl, but his past still haunts him, and he is quietly waiting for the day it catches up.
Albert DuCarmont
Albert DuCarmont is a man who keeps his head down and his fists ready. As the bouncer and handyman at the Silk Rose, Never’s rough-and-tumble saloon and brothel, he’s seen just about every kind of trouble a lawless frontier can offer. Drunken brawls, sore-loser gamblers, men who think “no” isn’t an answer — Albert handles them all with the same steady, unshakable presence. He isn’t the fastest gun or the sharpest tongue, but he is strong, reliable, and not easily rattled.
Yet, despite his simple outlook, Albert isn’t blind. There’s something wrong about Never, something that prickles at the edges of his instincts. He’s worked in plenty of towns, but nowhere else have shadows seemed too dark, or whispers carried from empty rooms. He’s seen men walk into the night and never come back—but no one seems to grieve them. He’s heard laughter in the Silk Rose that didn’t belong to any living throat.
Albert doesn’t have a name for what’s wrong with Never, and he isn’t a superstitious man, but he keeps an iron nail in his pocket and a Bible under his bed. Just in case.
Lucas Tsela Solares
Lucas is the youngest of Lee’s children, and no one in the family has ever let him forget it. Admittedly, that’s as much a result of his own behavior as his mother’s favoritism toward her daughter. He spent most of his early years causing trouble in one way or another–usually for his older sister, at first, and then for his father once he’d grown out of childhood mischief and into adolescent angst. Adulthood only reinforced the pattern. Doe was the family darling; he was the beloved rascal. Even he couldn’t take himself seriously. For years, he saw no reason to try. Nothing seemed likely to change. Under the circumstances, his father’s death struck him like a lightning bolt. It sent him reeling, dizzy as a planet knocked far out of orbit. When he finally regained his footing, everything had changed. He finally wants to stand up and take his place as the man of the family, but convincing his sister–and his mother–of that fact will be quite a challenge.
Ford Starr
Ford Starr is the golden voice of the Grand Victoria Opera House, a strikingly handsome actor with a presence so magnetic, it leaves audiences breathless. Whether he’s singing a tragic aria or delivering a clever line, he commands the stage like a born star, his every gesture soaked in charisma. The ladies sigh, the gentlemen stare, and Ford laps up the attention like the finest wine.
But behind the velvet curtain and well-cut suits lies a far darker truth: Ford is no mere performer, but rather a demon dispatched from the infernal realms with a mission to seduce wayward souls and guide them to damnation. Never, with its liminal nature and abundance of wandering spirits, is a ripe hunting ground. Ford plays the long game, weaving temptation into every note he sings and every smile he casts.
He is particularly fond of the innocent, the untested, the ones with trembling hands and big eyes full of wonder. To him, seduction is both art and sport, and he keeps a mental ledger of conquests as meticulously as any bank clerk. His voice — So haunting and divine — is his greatest weapon, capable of stirring desire, sorrow, or devotion in equal measure.
Jay Cly
Jay Cly is a swift shadow on horseback, a young man with a sharp eye, a wry smile, and the wind always at his back. As one of the last express mail riders still working the western routes in 1882, Jay is known for his uncanny speed and knack for avoiding danger. Stationed out of Never, a town where the veil between worlds grows thin, he seems to arrive just before he’s expected, and disappear just as quick.
What the townsfolk don’t know is that Jay is no ordinary rider. He is an angel sent down in human form to quietly shepherd lost and wandering souls toward redemption and peace.
But there’s more to Jay than duty. With his feet on the earth and his heart open to the world, he is driven by a yearning to understand humanity — Not just its pain, but its pleasures, its messiness, its grace. He falls in and out of fleeting friendships, brief romances, and moonlit mischiefs, savoring every detail like a song that might be his last.
A silver coin with a winged figure stamped on its face — A token from the realm above — hangs around his neck on a leather cord. It glows faintly when a soul nearby is ready to pass on, acting as both compass and calling. Jay keeps it close, even as his time among mortals grows complicated. The more human he becomes, the more he questions whether he truly wants to go back.
Inez Garcia, aka Flora
Inez Garcia, known as Flora at the Pearl, is a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. She’s vivacious, charming, and always the center of attention, whether she’s laughing louder than the rest or dazzling men with a smile that could make them forget their names. With a sharp mind for money and numbers, Inez keeps a careful count of every transaction and every tip, turning small sums into bigger ones with effortless grace.
But behind the facade of a beautiful, ambitious young woman lies a past shrouded in darkness. Inez grew up in a remote village in Mexico, where her family ran a small but thriving herbal remedy business. What most people didn’t know was that her mother — Once a renowned healer — had dabbled in dark magic, performing rituals that drew unwanted attention from both the living and the dead. When Inez was just seventeen, a botched ritual led to the accidental death of a local man. In the chaos that followed, her mother disappeared without a trace, leaving Inez to take the fall for a crime she didn’t commit. Fearing for her life, Inez fled north, leaving behind everything she knew, determined to outrun the dark legacy of her family. Now, in Never, she’s built a new life for herself full of ambition and charm, but the shadows of her past still haunt her, and sometimes, when the wind howls just right, she swears she hears her mother’s voice calling from the darkness.
Nando Aguilar
Iron is notoriously difficult to enchant. Its resistance to magic is the kernel of truth in a thousand fairytales. So when Gloria Aguilar found her second son in a corner of the forge, wrist-deep in a puddle of molten metal, her blind panic gave way first to disbelief and then to a kind of ferocious delight. Nando was the first of their children to show any magical talent, and at such a young age, he reveled in the chance to show off something that came so easily and earned him so much praise. As he grew, so did his skill, and the wonders he can work in metallurgy have won the praise not only of the residents of Never, but of the wider world beyond his hometown.
If all those accolades have gone just a bit to his head and led to a certain flashiness of personality–and a habit of putting the opinions of others above his own comfort–that’s just the necessary price of excellence.
Shane Grey
Shane Grey is the eldest son of Never’s formidable mayor, Samuel Grey, and the presumed heir to the family’s legacy. Now an adult grown, he is everything a Grey is expected to be — Confident, intelligent, and unwavering in his sense of duty. He rides well, shoots straight, and speaks with the same silvered tongue as his father. But beneath the polished exterior, there is a quiet, gnawing uncertainty.
Unlike his younger siblings, who move through the world with an eerie, unspoken awareness, Shane feels ordinary. No flickers of unseen power, no whispers in the dark. Just flesh, blood, and expectation. He does not know that his father is a demon, his mother a witch, and that whatever dark inheritance was meant for him never arrived. Yet, despite this lack of supernatural gifts, Samuel Grey still grooms him for leadership, speaking often of legacy, of ensuring the family’s influence over Never remains unbroken.
The one thing that unsettles Shane most is the study in Grey Manor, where his father keeps his great black ledger. He has never been allowed to read it, though he’s seen his father turn its pages with careful reverence. He once asked if his name was written inside. His father only smiled.
Wayne Mears
Almost everyone in Never has a secret, and by comparison, Wayne’s isn’t exactly earth-shattering. He’s keen to keep a lid on it, nevertheless, because despite his air of long-riding, rough-sleeping, careworn experience on the trail, his backside had never touched a saddle before heading out West. He’d read plenty of books about gunslingers and cowboys–everything he could find, in fact, all the while knowing that most of it was bullshit. He’d let himself dream, and when dreaming wasn’t enough–when he’d started feeling like a fox in a trap, ready to gnaw off his own leg for freedom–he’d jumped on a stagecoach and kept going until he came up against the very edge of civilization. He arrived in Never out of money and almost out of hope. Little did he know that hope was a kind of currency all its own, and that plenty of the creatures in the town’s dusty shadows had smelled it on him as soon as he stepped off the stage.
A quick bargain later and he was a real cowhand. When all that trail-weary romance and true-grit wisdom sits uncomfortably on his shoulders or feels greasy on his skin… He doesn’t let himself think about it.